Living in a small town, you think you know everyone around you. Or at least I did. Until the summer before freshman year. Hot sweaty band camp days went from terrifying to amazing in a matter of half a week. Hormones raging within the group of girls in Soffe's and yoga pants and the teenage boys with eyes, instruments and charm.
One drummer in particular caught my eye. Long brown hair and a lip ring. Green eyes that could melt my heart and skin just tan enough to make me wonder if he ever went inside. Just edgy enough to make me question if crushing was worth it knowing my strict parents. It was.
I finally got the chance to talk to him when I was supposed to be scaring him off of a friend. I could have talked to him for hours; seeing as 6 minutes of speaking felt like 30 seconds. At that point I knew I wanted something between us. Wether or not my parents would approve had started to matter less.
